## Chapter 167 – Nemea (2)
To inflict such wounds, one needed not only skill but also raw power.
Seeing Vivian cleanly sever wrists, the men finally realized the woman before them was no ordinary opponent and began to rush her all at once.
“Hmph…”
But she forced her way through the men with such speed that those wielding weapons in the narrow brothel lobby couldn’t react quickly enough.
‘If there are many… make it a chaotic brawl as much as possible.’
Vivian, not wearing any billowing clothes that would hinder her movements, executed even acrobatic maneuvers flawlessly, cutting down the weaknesses of those who showed openings.
It was a chaotic brawl, indeed.
Inside the brothel’s cramped lobby, men focused on a single woman, and Vivian, like a flying squirrel, dodged them.
Even amidst this, Vivian’s follow-up attacks continued, and the number of men falling to the floor increased, which also meant more space for the remaining men to move.
Vivian, now struggling to evade the swords of the men who were gradually gaining their footing and attacking her properly, panted and didn’t hesitate to roll on the floor, recalling what she had learned at the academy.
‘In a one-versus-many fight… it’s better to run away in the first place… But… if I have no choice… reduce their numbers, starting with the weakest…!!’
She did her best to slip away like an eel, disrupting their formation as much as her stamina allowed.
“That bitch is too damn fast!!”
“What are you doing, kid!! Grab her, I said!!”
“Hey!! Idiot, get over here!!
I’ll do it myself rather than leave it to you!!”
No matter that she was from the academy’s swordsmanship department, her opponents were men hardened by real combat.
The law of one-versus-many fights rarely favored the lone fighter.
Therefore, considering that her initial goal was to exhaust them and stall for time until reinforcements arrived, she was, in fact, achieving even more than that.
“Haa… haa… huff…!!”
Thanks to the enhanced body resulting from her encounters with Enic, Vivian was able to knock down her opponents, and the men around her were gradually falling.
With only two men left, Vivian was finally grazed on the cheek by a dagger while dodging an attack.
“Ugh…”
Enduring the pain, Vivian rolled on the floor to evade the attack, then propped herself up with one hand on her cheek and the other on the floor.
But as the two men approached her, brandishing their swords, Vivian, with a thin stream of blood running down her cheek, panted and stared at them.
“You feisty little thing… alright, I’ll give you that.
But you’ll have to pay for messing with our boys, won’t you?”
“No need to drag this out, right?”
Seeing the men pulling back their arms, ready to thrust their swords, Vivian gritted her teeth.
Ultimately, as if seized by an idea, Vivian charged straight forward towards the swords aimed at her chest.
As the sword pierced her chest, Vivian managed to slash the neck of one of the men.
“Wow… the way she’s thrashing around until the end is like a fresh fish…?
She was quite something, but this is the end… huh…!!”
The last remaining man, seeing the sword accurately piercing Vivian’s sternum, expected the end and muttered to himself, but he too soon had his head severed.
Even though he had clearly stabbed her chest, Vivian had somehow swung her sword and cut him down.
“H… how…”
To the dying man’s breathless murmur, Vivian, losing strength, slumped to the floor. She gently grasped the sword in her chest with her hand.
Fortunately, the sword she thought had pierced her chest hadn’t penetrated the black membrane at all.
Only the sharp tip of the sword was slightly embedded, like a needle prick, merely fixed to the membrane.
If it had gone deeper, her life would have been in danger, but perhaps because Vivian had struck first…
The sword, thrust in as Vivian lunged forward while the men pulled back their arms, didn’t seem to have exerted much force.
Moreover, running around in the midst of the chaos wasn’t exactly safe.
Someone had definitely swung a sword properly, or a stray blade had flown in.
But even though she had been hit in many places, Vivian’s body didn’t have a single scratch.
Only the shallow wound on her face, unprotected by the black membrane, was the only injury she sustained in this battle.
“Phew… haa… haaa……
It really… was as he said…”
Vivian then realized that this being, which Enic had given her, saying he had created an early model of something he was experimenting with, was more useful than she had imagined.
[Nemea Prototype].
This parasite, which could take the form of clothing or serve as combat armor depending on the user’s will, was a creature that parasitized the human body and protected its host from danger.
It only had simple functions, capable of taking the form of one type of clothing and combat armor, but it was unknown what interesting results might come from how it was evolved.
The black membrane that covered her entire body, undulating like a liquid monster or slime, was the essential form of Nemea.
At first, she thought it would be lucky if it didn’t tear, but today, it had demonstrated its performance perfectly, even stopping the sharp tip of a sword.
‘It would be even better if it could be improved……’
Although Vivian could have avoided this danger today and escaped with Aurora beforehand.
But she realized that the gamble of trusting him and throwing herself into the fight to extract real-world data had succeeded, and Vivian’s joy doubled.
Using her sword as a cane, she slowly rose from her seat, and the black membranes on her body gradually undulated back to their original positions.
And Nemea soon began to turn blue again, taking the form of a light, airy dress once more.
“Hit her!! Hit her!!”
“How dare you mess with our territory!!”
The reinforcements that finally stormed into the brothel were dumbfounded at the sight of Vivian standing among the corpses of the men, using her sword as a cane.
Although the blood on her body had disappeared while Nemea was transforming.
In reality, their faces were filled with astonishment at the situation they had been imagining, as they looked at Vivian, who hadn’t a drop of blood on her body, having only allowed a cut on her face.
“You’re the new manager, right? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. What’s the situation?”
“We’ve protected our territory.
We came because the brothel was in chaos…
Did you really do this…?”
The allied gangster, scratching the back of his head sheepishly at Vivian’s weak nod, hurriedly gave orders to his equally bewildered subordinates, and began to sort out the chaotic situation in the brothel.
Slamming her sword into the floor, Vivian returned to the counter and sat down, leaning back in her chair and slowly closing her eyes.
“Hmph…”
She had no strength to move, and the situation was complicated because people were searching every corner of the brothel in case of any unforeseen circumstances, so she couldn’t secretly slip away somewhere.
“Ugh… um… huff…… ahh……”
Nemea, as if demanding the price for its work, began to stick tightly to her crotch area and wriggle like jelly.
Then, Nemea, gradually clumping together and transforming like a slime with its own will, began to take on a thick, dildo-like shape.
‘Are you kidding… me……?
I guess… nothing’s strange anymore……’
And it naturally slid into Vivian’s vagina, while a part of it covering her buttocks began to persistently rub against her clitoris.
Although thinner than tentacles, the soft, jelly-like sensation of the bio-dildo Nemea inevitably brought pleasure.
And the subtle sense of depravity of being toyed with in front of others, and the small sense of helplessness at herself, who couldn’t even resist due to her exhausted body and was rushing towards climax.
Vivian, gritting her teeth to endure the pleasure that was starting to ignite because of that, eventually let out a soft moan from her parting lips.
“Ah, ugh…!!”
Vivian’s expressionless face, pretending to give up and closing her eyes, was gradually tinged with rapid breaths and a subtle blush.
And among the men who were passing by the counter while sorting out the situation and discovered her appearance, a strange rumor began to spread.
A female killer who wanted to feel the thrill of climaxing while killing people.
A rumor about the hidden weapon of Flora’s brothel, who closed her eyes and meditated, trying to suppress those distracting thoughts.
What’s more, the next day, everyone was surprised that even the small cut on her cheek had disappeared without a trace.
Whether in a good or bad sense, or whether intended or not.
The nickname ‘Blue Slaughterer,’ which began to spread with such exaggerated rumors that she had single-handedly taken down more than a dozen people without a single scratch, was stirring up a new wind in the back alleys.
